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week 298 ~ I still see him smoking by the window

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me.298I still see him smoking by the window
making jokes in portugues and laughing
but now the memory is tinged with sorrow
never again will he tighten the string
on a new bandolim waiting to hear
the musical soliloquy that he
has given voice to they still speak no fear
these instruments were made to last and we
are bound up in their songs plucked from the soul
of those we seldom meet who set the stage
writing our music winding the strings whole
lives in these black squiggles sprung from their page
the past breathes life into each note we play
tying our bliss to dreams from yesterday

dedicated to the memory of Manoel Andrade,
Sao Paulo luthier and guitarist extraordinaire,
and to the luthiers and composers who have
helped me and musicians everywhere
to build our musical worlds

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June 30, 2014 at 2:31 pm

August 18, 2010

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After my fit of homesickness for Rio yesterday, my poet/blogger friend Kavita suggested I post one of my Brazilian songs. So here is my “Siga em Frente”. The title is Portuguese for “Go Straight Ahead,” and it’s something you hear alot when asking for directions. I wrote it for my Rio taxi driver, who is also a friend and a musician. This recording is from my most recent CD, “Meu Bandolim,” (My Mandolin), recorded w/ my Brazilian musical friends. I’m playing bandolim, and my friends are playing sax, 7-string guitar, and percussion. Enjoy!
Siga Em Frente

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August 18, 2010 at 9:06 am

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week 31 ~ what if I never returned from Rio

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me.31what if I never returned from Rio
simply bought a flat in Urca and told
my kids to sell the house let life unfold
for me here as a Carioca no
longer tied to the past no one would know
anything about me except I smile
a lot and play a mean bandolim while
I drink capirinhas learn to let go
of who I was it’s a tempting thought so
it keeps popping back up in my brain to
start again with a clean slate just undo
what’s been lost and move over to the slow
lane choosing a small life with certainty
soaking up the sun that pours over me

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May 21, 2009 at 9:05 am

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